The unlikely ones: Lesson for life
“Facebook is not Tinder!” she wrote back to me, getting overwrought over a trifle. Continue Reading
Passages or chapters from novels
“Facebook is not Tinder!” she wrote back to me, getting overwrought over a trifle. Continue Reading
The thing I remember the most about my grandfather was the day when he walked in on me masturbating. Continue Reading
The song resounded in his head when he woke up. A nostalgic feeling pervaded him. Continue Reading
m passing by Stary Browar’s parking lot. There’s a traffic light always in red, although no cars enter or go out. I jaywalk as usual. Continue Reading
I woke up at 3 am and couldn’t go back to sleep. I couldn’t repress the bitterness from her words. Continue Reading
I’ve never liked watches: Those illusory attempts at time control. We can see the sands of time slip through our fingers for a while but we can never hold time in our hands. We just have to let go of… Continue Reading
It was hopeless. He needed to stop every time he heard a bandoneon being played. He was hopeless but so was she. She held a charm over dogs. Every time she passed by a dog, it would inevitably follow her… Continue Reading
“Where the fuck are they?” he grumbled while he opened all the drawers of his living room desk. He would absentmindedly leave his keys on the first place he found and therefore he needed to look for them in odd… Continue Reading
Tragedy rarely comes unannounced but it flows to our heart in small sporadic doses. We always try to arbitrarily attribute the quality of tragic to a single event, such as a Tsunami or a Holocaust, but even these events are… Continue Reading
You can’t get inspiration from sadness; it’s not possible. Your actual inspiration comes from the hope of joy that this sadness triggers. And joy is easier to achieve when you’re sad than when you’re in a limbo of satisfaction. The… Continue Reading